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This was shot in Athens in May of 2021. The poem is a conversation with the muse and it's about inspiration although the muse appears as a divine entity or a human lover at points therefore it could be interpreted just as a love poem. There is an underlying narrative about faith and the denial of the protagonist to be controlled by it. I always thought that the God question wasn't a binary one and in this poem, the protagonist admits to the existence of the muse however he chooses to create without any divine intervention.
Forever Humbled,
A kid with a camera
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A Poem For Artists by illneas
"Where do ideas come from" I wondered
and you whispered in my ear
"If I told you it wouldn't be art"
At which point the words in my head become breaths
How can I look you in the eyes and not be blinded?
I'm supposed to let you enter my dreams but love is something you will never truly feel
You left a note in my home saying
"I will try to stay here but your ideas are constantly on fire"
I told you
"The human soul is constantly on fire"
I'm feeling as if I'm entering rooms where you just left
It seems like the word "inspiration" was created just to describe the lack of it,
and empty space around me was created to describe the absence of you
With your hand on my shoulder, you whispered once again
"If you could understand it wouldn't be art"
And I sensed that you smiled as a human would smile
Maybe not thinking about you will bring me closer to you
But that would mean I accept my inability to understand you
So now I'm talking directly to you, my love
You will always remain a part of me but divine intervention is not required for my ideas to come to life
I confess to you in the most blasphemous and loving way
A kind heart is enough for my art
However, having you around helps me love myself a bit more